Poppies in October

I feel like Sylvia Plath always brings to mind a brooding, depressed, angsty girl in her late teens or early twenties. I will admit that I first heard about Sylvia Plath through the film 10 Things I Hate About You, when I was eleven or so. All that aside though, I think she was so marvelously complex and her poems are chalk-full of evidence. They're so strangely worded, they're so full of unusual flavor and intensity and female perspective, that it's only natural that women are drawn to her. I just love her style, and I really like her lighter poems. Some of them are truly gorgeous. In honor of October, here is one of my favorite Sylvia Plath poems:

Poppies in October

Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts.
Nor the woman in the ambulance
Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly ----

A gift, a love gift
Utterly unasked for
By a sky

Palely and flamily
Igniting its carbon monoxides, by eyes
Dulled to a halt under bowlers.

O my God, what am I
That these late mouths should cry open
In a forest of frost, in a dawn of cornflowers.

Confession time...

Now that I'm going to be an auntie, my etsy browsing sometimes leans toward items for a little baby girl. Let's hope that she likes vintage things and lace dresses and dolls...of course, what I really hope is that I have a daughter one day who likes those things.... So funny to think about.

Okay, here are a few cute baby things I like.

French vintage baby clothes and toys from myredboots.

Sophie, the giraffe. She squeaks!

Crocheted monkeys from twinklekids2.

PS I just realized my last two posts covered marriage AND children. I think I creeped Myself out just a little bit. I promise next time I'll go back to talking about Cary Grant or 1930s clothes or something. Sheesh.

If I ever get married...

THERE WILL BE HATS.

OH Etsy. Etsy, Etsy, Etsy.

Window shopping....and then some accidental window buying.

I meant to clean, grocery shop, do my homework and study all day. I have cleaned and bought groceries. However the scholarly part of my day seems to have been spent surfing the web for materials for a Halloween costume as well as just fun, frivolous things like vintage stockings, gloves, hats and jewelry. Ummmm....whoops. Oh Etsy, how I love thee. Let me count the ways!!!

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Nine

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Thirteen

Fourteen

And so many more.....

What did I BUY? Why a hooded cape for my LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD costume!!!!!! YESSSS.

One of my Favorites.

One of my favorite singers is Eleni Mandell and I only discovered her a month ago, thanks to the television show, Weeds. Here is an adorable music video that you may enjoy.

happy things!

Jean Arthur.

Being in a class where I'm assigned to write plays about whatever I like. Here come people who talk like they walked out of the twenties, as well as ghosts and parrots and old mansions!

This picture is a bit off-topic, but I love vintage valentines.....and there's a parrot.....

Getting assigned a monologue from a Shakespeare COMEDY.

Trader Joe's.

Playing with Photo Booth on my Mac (I have a new one and it has new things and new things are exciting).

je ne comprends pas

I don't understand how anyone can call Shampoo (1975) a comedy. Directed by Hal Ashby, written by Robert Towne and Warren Beatty, it takes place on election night, 1968 and concerns a hairdresser named George (Beatty) who sleeps with every woman he claps eyes on. As far as I can tell it's just a movie for Beatty to be a ladies man (which they say he was in real life). So...um...yeah.

Things to like about this film:

Goldie Hawn being sweet and adorable, wearing mini dresses and having big eyelashes

Feathered hair

Julie Christie's ridiculously posh British accent

Jack Warden (Saul from While You Were Sleeping)

Crazy-silly 60s/70s clothes

Random Carrie Fisher appearance

The entire soundtrack is The Beatles and The Beach Boys...feels like a road trip with my grandpa

The end in which the primary women George chases desert him (thank God)

Things to hate about this film:

Pretty much everything else.

Sorry, Warren Beatty, I don't like you in this movie. At all.

Here are some screen shots of the moment of truth. After this, all the dames head for the hills and George is left to cry alone (mwa ha ha).